The Silhouette Poem by Sahinur Rahaman

One eve when the sun was setting
And light was dying in the west

Saw I suddenly a silhouette feminine
With darkness falling at her behest.


I gazed at her with eyes eager
Spelled as if feeling absurd

Lost I my own until I
Felt the chill bit me hard.




One night I slept so well
But dreamt of the silhouette dark

Raising her hands into the air
Howling she, severe and stark.


Woke up I sweating badly
With hasty breath exceeding,

Slept I then and dreamt of
The diseased moon bleeding.





One day I was looking deeply
Into my lady's darkened eyes,

Visioned I the silhouette again
Standing as if in her guise.


As I kissed my lady's lips
And held her bosom so passionate,

Felt I the silhouette embracing me
While my heart she ate.




One day I was loitering lonely
In a garden of roses red,

Suddenly saw I the young flowers
Turning into pale and dead.


A dark cloud hid the sun,
Light seem'd fled away,

The silhouette again catched my eyes
Standing uncanny on my way.




Is she a vision or an illusion?
I come to know never,

Yet feel her many a time
Cannot leave her ever.


She is when day dies young
The shinny sun blurs

Or the dews dry before
They soak the dry flowers.